The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-08-06
competent Mrs. Malon, simply because

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of her husbands ill-doing"
"Oh, not vulgar, Mrs. Cross; trifie
affected, perhaps. but that is more her
foreign manner But she really has
had more advantages than Mrs. Malon.
She is regular graduate of the Paris
Conservatory.
''And a graduate of the Paris slums,
1 should judge from her unladylilxe
manners, l replied, with some heat.
''You country people are SO pre-
JUDGED against the French! You don't
see these things as city folks do You
don't see the necessity of doing as the
leaders of society dictate--of follow
ing the style of education as well as
dress"
"Thank Heaven, we don'tr' | ex-
claimed, fervently, eff it necessitates
putting ones children under bold,
unprincipled person. exposing them to
evil influences, and crushing the
worthy but unfortunate. Does your
husband approve your course?"
mot at first. l had quite time
bringing him round to my views. But
now he can not but acknowledge my
wisdom when he sees how much notice
her singing attracts"
had scathing reply ready, but, re-
membering was a guest, depressed it.
In few days l returned to my home;
but, though l made all possible effort,
l neither saw nor heard more of Mrs
Malon.
A year later, passing through Al
bany on my way West, l decided at the
last moment to stop over day or two
with my friend.
Passing out of the depot to secure a
carriage, 1 was detained by the crowd,
and so overheard part of a CONVERSE
ton between two acknowledging
women. Was it curiosity, or was it
my good angel prompted me to turn
and question them?"
"Yis, ma am, its dead she is the
night, and fine lady she was if liver
one was born.
'What was her name?"
MALLORY, ma am, I'm thinking" re-
piled the first speaker. ''Niver NAL
lory," said the other, ''but something
that had the sounding of it."
"Will you take me to see herp" l
asked, with strange tremor at my
heart.
The two women exchanged chances.
perhaps she was some relation of
yours" said one.
mo; but perhaps it may prove an
old friend, l replied.
The women again looked wise, but
willingly agreed to take me where the
dead body lay.
what was her disease?" inquired,
beginning to feel a trife uneasy, as we
turned into narrow, filthy street.
at wasn't the sickness at all, at all,
to me thinking, it was the throuble,
and the want of the bite and sup that
dilicate crature like herself naded.
We're but poor folks. ma am, and it's
nothing but poor victuals we have, but
we did the best we could for the poor
thing, indade, ma'am, we did, but it
wasn't what she was used to, and it
was ag'inst her."
My voluble guides continued their
story of the poor lady's sufferings till
they stopped before miserable tene-
ment, with the remark: This is the
place, ma am"
followed them up flight of rick
ETY. stairs into room that humble
friends had tried to make decent.
There, on board, the ends resting
on two wooden chairs, and covered
with coarse sheet, lay the remains of
whom?
With a painfully beating heart 1 APP
preached the figure, while an aged
crone, mumbling prayer, turned
aside the sheet. There | saw what /
more than expected to see-all that
was mortal of the wife of Judge
Malon; few faded, common flowers
clasped in the delicate hands, and her
shroud the striped percale.
There, dead of want and suffering,
lay the beautiful and accomplished
Mrs. Malon, once the pride of friends,
the idol of society, in miserable ten
ement, surrounded by want and
wretchedness, the only ones to per-
form the last sad offices for the dying
and dead, the humblest and poorest of
Gods creatures.
As bent over her, with eyes blind
ed by scalding tears, my brain seemed
a vast chamber, through which these
words were echoing:
30 Wine, thou monster thrice ac-
rsed!"-JoSeph,ae BrinksrhoG in N.
=. Witness.
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